Beautifully Broken 1: If You Stay

She nods silently, and I see that she’s crying.  And I don’t know if she’s crying about her dad and mom or if she’s crying about our fight on the boat.

I drag her more tightly against my chest, dropping my lips to her forehead.  She is pressed against me, wet and firm.  I slide my hands around her back, cradling her tightly.

“Mila, I will never hurt you.  Not like that.”

She nods and reaches for me and just like that, we are inhaling each other, like we need each other to breathe.

Her tongue plunges into my mouth and my hands are everywhere on her body, sliding up and down the smooth wetness of her back, and down over her hips.  I suck her lip into my mouth, pulling it with my teeth.  She whimpers into me and I inhale it, enjoying the sound.

Desperation hangs heavily around us, a consuming need.  I whirl her about, pinning her to the stone shower wall, pressing into her as I plunge into her mouth yet again.  I could taste this girl forever and still not have enough.

She brings her leg up and hooks it around my hips.  My hands slide up her thighs to cup her ass, her amazingly perfect ass, and she wiggles into me, pushing ever closer.  My dick is wedged against her and I know she feels it.

Hard.

Wet.

Warm.

“I want you tonight,” she tells me in my ear.  Her teeth nip at my earlobe. “Please, Pax.”

I groan and pull away, looking at her.

“I thought you wanted to wait?”

She smiles an endearing and wicked smile.

“Fuck that,” she says.  “I want you now.”

I crush her close again and pillage her mouth, and her lips are so f**king soft against mine.  My fingers slip inside of her and she gasps into my mouth, panting softly.  She tastes like sunshine.

“You are so f**king beautiful,” I rasp against her throat as I kiss a trail down to her full br**sts.  “So beautiful.”

I slip her breast into my mouth, sucking softly.  She pulls at me, clutching me, thrashing, her hands scraping down the shower stones.  Her breath is coming in pants now, I can hear it, jagged and raw.

I move to her other breast and suck there; teasing her, enjoying it.  Her skin is wet and soft and when she opens her eyes to look at me, her gaze is unfocused and wild.

She wants me.  That notion is almost incomprehensible to me.  She wants me just as I want her.  I groan and bury my face in her neck.

Her hand is on my dick and it throbs in her hand, hot and heavy.  I want her like I’ve never wanted anything.  I moan and she smiles as she slides her hand up and down the length of me.

“You’re so big,” she murmurs softly.

My, what big teeth I have.

I am once again the wolf as I hover above her, her back shoved against the tiles.  She is innocent and beautiful. And I am….not.

I don’t deserve her.  I swallow hard.

“Do you want me?” I ask her, my lips just a breadth above her.

She nods, her eyes squeezed shut as she runs her hands over my back and down my hips.

“Then open your eyes and say it,” I instruct her raggedly.  “Say my name.”

Her eyes flutter open and she stares into mine.

“I want you,” she murmurs.  “Pax.”

My tongue twists around hers, wet and hot.  I may not deserve her but she wants me anyway. My gut clenches.

“Say it again,” I tell her quietly.

She looks at me with her wide, green eyes.

“Pax,” she breathes.  “I want you.”

“Fuck,” I mutter and pull away from her for only a moment, to reach out the door and pull my wallet from my pants on the floor.  I fumble with the condom and then I am back under the water, pulling her against me.

And then I slide into her.

Light explodes behind my eyelids because she feels so f**king good. So wet, so f**king tight.  I could die right here and never regret a thing.

Mila gasps as I push into her, and then she clutches my back, pulling me to her.

“You feel so good,” she whimpers into my ear.  And warmth tightens my chest.

I groan and try to focus on anything that will prevent me from coming already, but I know it’s useless.  Her tits are smashed against me, wet and soft, and every time I slide against her, the friction brings me that much closer to the edge.

She pulls me closer and in this moment, I know that she is everything that is light and good in the world.

I slide in and out, the heat between our wet bodies driving me to madness.

“I’m going to come,” I rasp against her wet neck.

She opens her eyes and looks at me.

“So come,” she says simply.

And then she buries her tongue in my mouth and I can’t stop myself.  My dick pulses inside of her and she clenches around me.  I breathe raggedly as I hold her to the wall, and after what seems like an hour, we both slide to the floor.  She’s in my arms and the water is beating on us.

I can’t even speak.  I just hold her in my lap, cradled to me, and the moment seems huge.  We sit this way for the longest time, until the water begins to turn cool.

Mila lifts her head.

“That was amazing,” she murmurs.  She pulls away a bit and strokes the side of my face. I lean into her hand and close my eyes.  “You’re beautiful,” she adds.  My stomach clenches.

“I’m not beautiful,” I answer.  “Far from it.”

“You are,” she insists.  “You’ll just have to take my word for it.”

I shake my head, but I don’t release my grip on her and she lays her head back against my chest.

“The water is getting cold,” she says drowsily.  Her legs are entwined with mine as her body drapes against me.  She doesn’t seem to care about the water, but we’ve both had more than our fair share of cold water for the day.

Reluctantly, I sit up and pull Mila to her feet.  I lead her from the shower and towel her off before I head to my bedroom and find her a t-shirt to wear.  I pull it over her head and stare down at her.

“Stay with me tonight,” I urge her.  “You’re tired, I’m tired and it’s cold outside.  Just stay here.”

She grins up at me.

“That was the plan all along,” she answers impishly.  “I have my overnight bag in my car at The Hill.”

I stare at her.  “You mean… you were going to… tonight?”

She laughs.  “Spit it out, Pax.  It’s not that hard to figure out.  Yes, I was ready tonight.”